Bang bang bang!   Two of the armed men dropped and Jaehwa took aim at a third, pulling the trigger.  Click.  She glanced at her gun and pulled the trigger again.  "Dammit..." she muttered to herself, realizing the chamber was empty, and withdrew behind the tree again as a few bullets ricocheted off of it.   She glanced to her left at the familiar man who was concentrating on firing on the others.  He seemed to hit one of the men with every shot.  Most of them were down by now, either dead or wounded on the soaked ground, but two of them continued to advance toward the trees.  Suddenly, Jaehwa heard another click.  "I'm out," the man to her left said.  He looked at Jaehwa and motioned with his hand, signaling her.  She nodded after she understood what he meant, and listened to the footfalls of the two men approaching them.   When they reached the tree line, Jaehwa stepped out from behind her tree, into the rain, and grabbed the man closest to her, kneeing him in the side and slamming the of her gun into the side of his head.  He was on the ground in seconds.  She looked over at the other armed man who had just been taken down by her new accomplice.  He stepped around the bodies and came closer to her.   "Good work.  You can fight well.  Though, I guess it's not all that surprising."  He cocked a smile and ejected the empty cartridge of his gun onto the ground.   Jaehwa stared at him for a few seconds before speaking.  "Who are you?"   He looked at her with a slightly sarcastic expression.  "You don't remember me?  Come on, I know it's been eleven years, but I thought we were close."  She thought she heard him chuckle slightly.   She just looked at him for a few seconds, trying to process his face in her memories.  She felt guilty for not remembering him when he seemed to know her so well.   They had remained standing in the rain, which had started to let up, but they were both already drenched.  The man spoke again, "How do you not remember your favorite Daejung oppa?"  He smirked slightly.   The name clicked in Jaehwa's mind, but she still couldn't recall who he was.  "Daejung.." she muttered softly and thought back.       ~~~16 YEARS AGO~~~   Five-year-old Jaehwa stood at the top of the stairs, looking down into the entrence hallway where her parents stood with their dinner guests; a young man and his father.  The young man glanced up at Jaehwa just as her mother turned and called up to her with a smile, "Jaehwa, come greet our guests, dear."   Jaehwa shyly made her way down the stairs toward them, stopping just behind her mother.  "This is Mr. Kim and his son, Daejung," her mother introduced them.  Jaehwa looked up at the Kims and gave a shy smile.  The young man - Daejung, as she now knew him - crouched down to her eye level and smiled back.  "It's nice to meet you, Jaehwa-sshi," he said, holding out his hand for her to shake.  He had a pleasant face and his smile was bright.  He looked to be in his early high school years.  She reached out and grasped his hand, shaking it slightly.   "Aigooo, they look